Read our current issue, below. Read Light‘s poems of the week
by Rhina P. Espaillat
To make sure that the richest stay rich,
to leave everyone else in a ditch,
starve the poor, and screw labor
and our copper-skinned neighbor,
let’s all stick to this son of a bitch!
by Mae Scanlan
to the tune of “Gonna Take a Sentimental Journey”
I just took a monumental journey
On Air Force One to Singapore;
‘Twas not Barack, or Hillary or Bernie,
No, it was ME! I warded off war!
This Kim Jong Un, he’s got a lot of talent;
I sized him up, like, one, two, three.
We made a deal, and he was very gallant;
I like J.U., and he likes me.
They’re no longer on his dockets;
I’ve got Kim in both my pockets;
These aren’t just flukes—
He’s quashing his nukes!
I’m very proud of how I have succeeded;
The Nobel Prize will soon be mine.
I’m just exactly what this country needed;
I may just be (don’t laugh) DIVINE.
by James Hamby
I said “dictator”
But I swear I’m no hater;
We all make mistakes in the booth.
I didn’t mean to suggest
Trump isn’t the best:
And I’m sorry for telling the truth.
by Bruce Bennett
He won’t invite the Eagles.
He bans the NBA.
But Justify’s a winner.
Who knows? Perhaps today
He’ll welcome to the White House
a champion with class,
and we will see him paired with
another horse’s ass.
by Orel Protopopescu
This lawsuit shouldn’t trouble any members of Trump’s base.
A hundred phony charities won’t loosen their embrace.
His troops of weary lawyers may declare in his defense:
Trump’s tragic deficits required his own benevolence.
by Edmund Conti
There’s a small hotel
In a place like Hell
I wish you two were there together
There’s a place to tweet
One room bright and neat
Where you can comb your hair together
Looking through the window
You can see a new Trump Tower
What a sign of power! Yours, mine, our.
When the ocean breeze
Says you’re going to freeze
You’ll smile and both say “cheese” together.